I see the Frenchman’s selling his boat,” Ailbe told Caoimhe on their way to the East Elmhurst A Go Go.
“Yes,” Caoimhe said. “It’s the end of an era.”
“Do you think anything interesting will happen tonight?” Ailbe asked.
“Of course,” she answered. “All we have to do is dress up and meet our party. There’ll be live music, dancing, and drinks.”
“I can’t handle crowds well,” he reminded her.
“There’s lots of space,” she said. “Relax.”
All went well. The Frenchman didn’t get to go, though. He was too busy trying to sell his boat.
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